Ray's POV (man from 3)

I wake up when the anthem plays. How long have I been asleep? That doesn't matter, at least no one, or should I say thing, found me.

I look up to see who died. In the sky I see the face of Raru, the young boy from 5. The poor thing. He didn't stand a chance.

I glance down at my leg, which is now burning with pain. The wound is infected.

I sigh. I should have just let myself die.

Next time I will.

And now, first the first time, I think of Marya. I hope her death was quick.

Maybe I should just go out there and let the snakes kill me.

But I won't, because I might actually stand a chance.

As long as I stay in this tree.

Kylee's POV (girl from 9)

Once it gets dark, Scott, Samuel and I make our way toward the treeline. Each of us is armed. I have my spear, Scott has two good knives, and Samuel has his stun arrows.

We stop a few feet away from the treeline. Squinting, I can see that Ginger, the sixteen year old from district 10, is on guard. She holds an amazing array of knives.

Samuel loads an arrow. He concentrates on Ginger, figuring out where to shoot.

Ginger suddenly notices us.

Samuel let's his arrow fly. It hits Ginger in the leg just as three knives escape her hand.

Scott's POV (man from 9)

One of the knives flies right at me. I duck at the last second, and the knife hits the tree behind me.

Samuel doesn't dodge his. He reaches up and catches it.

Suddenly I remember Kylee. I look down.

The third knife has buried itself into her heart.

Kylee drops to her knees. I run in and take the knife from her chest.

Kylee falls against me. I shift into a comfortable position.

The cannon fires. Samuel and I stand back to let the hovercraft take Kylee's body.

We continue on in silence.

When we reach Ginger, Samuel grabs his arrow. I go over and grab the two remaining knives.

"We need to be quick," Samuel whispers. "The arrows don't last long."

I take a knife in each hand. We lost Kylee's spear. It's probably in the hovercraft.

The boy, Patrick, is still asleep. He slept through the cannon.

I hold a knife over him put don't move. I just watched Kylee die, and he will suffer the same fate.

"Do it," Samuel whispers.

I take a deep breath. I grip the knife tightly in my hand. I'll make it quick.

I raise my arm, then plunge the knife into Patrick's throat.

BOOM!

I pull out the knife, astonished. I just killed someone. Someone eleven years younger than me.

Samuel grabs three packs. "This is great," he whispers. "There's so much in here!"

"Let's get going," I whisper.

Ginger wakes up when we pass her. Her hand go straight to where her knives were. We run off before she can realize they're missing.